shadow government/context for GR

[Doug Millison]

...back to the "mine shaft gap" and a paranoid style that helped frame GR?

http://www.guardian.co.uk/bush/story/0,7369,660700,00.html


Strangelove:

It would not be difficult mein Fuhrer! Nuclear reactors could, heh... I'm
sorry. Mr. President. Nuclear reactors could provide power almost
indefinitely. Greenhouses could maintain plantlife. Animals could be bred
and slaughtered. A quick survey would have to be made of all the available
mine sites in the country. But I would guess... that ah, dwelling space for
several hundred thousands of our people could easily be provided.

Muffley:

Well I... I would hate to have to decide.. who stays up and.. who goes down.

Strangelove:

Well, that would not be necessary Mr. President. It could easily be
accomplished with a computer. And a computer could be set and programmed to
accept factors from youth, health, sexual fertility, intelligence, and a
cross section of necessary skills. Of course it would be absolutely vital
that our top government and military men be included to foster and impart
the required principles of leadership and tradition. Slams down left fist.
Right arm rises in stiff Nazi salute. Arrrrr! Restrains right arm with
left. Naturally, they would breed prodigiously, eh? There would be much
time, and little to do. But ah with the proper breeding techniques and a
ratio of say, ten females to each male, I would guess that they could then
work their way back to the present gross national product within say,
twenty years.

Muffley:

But look here doctor, wouldn't this nucleus of survivors be so grief
stricken and anguished that they'd, well, envy the dead and not want to go
on living?

Strangelove:

No sir... Right arm rolls his wheelchair backwards. Excuse me. Struggles
with wayward right arm, ultimately subduing it with a beating from his
left.


Also when... when they go down into the mine everyone would still be alive.
There would be no shocking memories, and the prevailing emotion will be one
of nostalgia for those left behind, combined with a spirit of bold
curiosity for the adventure ahead! Ahhhh! Right are reflexes into Nazi
salute. He pulls it back into his lap and beats it again. Gloved hand
attempts to strangle him.

Turgidson:

Doctor, you mentioned the ration of ten women to each man. Now, wouldn't
that necessitate the abandonment of the so called monogamous sexual
relationship, I mean, as far as men were concerned?

Strangelove:

Regrettably, yes. But it is, you know, a sacrifice required for the future
of the human race. I hasten to add that since each man will be required to
do prodigious... service along these lines, the women will have to be
selected for their sexual characteristics which will have to be of a highly
stimulating nature.

DeSadeski:

I must confess, you have an astonishingly good idea there, Doctor.

Strangelove:

Thank you, sir.

Turgidson:

to Muffley I think we should look at this from the military point of view.
I mean, supposing the Russkies stashes away some big bomb, see. When they
come out in a hundred years they could take over!

DeSadeski begins walking away from the crowd around Strangelove and the
President, toward the banquet table.

General:

I agree, Mr. President. In fact, they might even try an immediate sneak
attack so they could take over our mineshaft space.

Turgidson:

Yeah. I think it would be extremely naive of us, Mr. President, to imagine
that these new developments are going to cause any change in Soviet
expansionist policy. DeSadeski kneels, unseen, and begins photographing the
big board with a secret camera within a pocket watch. I mean, we must be...
increasingly on the alert to prevent them from taking over other mineshaft
space, in order to breed more prodigiously than we do, thus, knocking us
out in superior numbers when we emerge! Mr. President, we must not allow...
a mine shaft gap!

Strangelove:

...sir! stands up out of his wheelchair I have a plan. Heh. pauses,
realizing that he is standing Mein Fuhrer, I can walk!

Multiple scenes of exploding bombs, dancing to the tune of "We'll Meet Again."

THE END

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